Askier

It was over. She was free. Atrium watched as the sun light spilled over the tops of nearby by houses. The early morning was chilled and a thin fog hung in the streets of the Goblet. Atrium sat atop the great windmill as her eyes surveyed the Goblet, the lands beyond, and the rising sun. Her mismatched eyes sparkled as they caught the light and she had a thin grin on her mouth. She was free. The Voice had been hunted down and kill last night. Atrium didn't know the specifics but that didn't matter. Why should it? That old elezen had entered Nald'thal's domain and would remain there. This world was here's to wander now. Those whom had cut the Voice down: Misha, Iron, Sae, Raik, Franz, Leanne, Meta xi, Lillith, they had all looked at her last night. They were wary of her but also kind. Atrium owed them much. She had even offered to let Iron chop off her head in an effort to cheer him up since he had been withdrawn for some reason as. But he had declined. Atrium chewed on her lower lip. These living beings were complex and Atrium was now free in a world full of standards and rules she did not understand. Last night so many had instructed her not to offer to let people chop off her head. To not do this to not so that. That killing made people uncomfortable. Atrium sighed. How did it make people uncomfortable? They had all just slain the Voice and were planning on doing the same to the rest of the cult she had been made to serve. They said they would hunt her cult down and.destroy it. Atrium was indifferent. Either way, Nald'thal would be served. At least Misha and Oubliette understood her. Atrium smiled. Misha, Atrium had called her a friend and owed her much. Atrium was eager to see the miqo'te once more and learn things. But as much as she owed Misha, she owed Oubliette infinatly more. He had freed her and had asked nothing in return. He had done it because, deep down, just as Misha had said, he was a good man. A silly, murderous, joker. But good to her. Atrium licked her lips. He was hers and she his. Perhaps she wasn't -entirly- free, but her binds were voluntary and Atrium was glad for them since he held them. She would always be there for him, just as he had for her. Though Atrium was still unsure what to do otherwise with her time. Misha had mentioned finding someway to help people. Atrium just wanted to kill. The Crow rose to her feet and then threw herself off the great building and plummeted towards the earth. She shrugged as she slammed onto the unyeilding stones and turned to smoke. She would find a way. After all, she was free.

Osric: Stop scheming. . . Grow more. . . And stop murdering people. That is all.

Hello all. We are currently setting up the final event for this rp. It will be taking place on Saturday at 9 pm CDT. We are currently in the early stages of planning but this event will be different from original idea because of organic rp events that have vastly changed the flow of the event and, in my opinion, for the better. This saturday the event will be better if we can get some People to volunteer to simply show up and act as cultist npc's for the event. No need to prior rp or make an alt. Just show up and be a cultist in a robe. If this sounds like something you would be interested in, please shoot me, Ragnar, or Osric a pm so we can add you to the list. Will have fina event update and new details soon-ish after we touch base with Iron and Misha.

The four figures sat around a table, all discussing with each other. The room was lavishly decorated and was one of the nicest homes inside the Lavendar Beds, the housing development near Gridania. A door to the room open and the elderly elezen known to those gathered as "The Voice of Nald'thal' entered. They stared at him and he at them and one of the four broke the silence. "The ritual is a failure." the figure said. "Thank you, Travis. The obvious had escaped me." the Voice said, motioning for them all to sit. "But we aren't here to discuss that, we are here to discuss business and our new monopoly attempts on the shipping business in Limsa." "But what do we do now? So many know of-" "Travis." the Voice explained calmly. " I am handling it. Yes the ritual failed. We have taken steps already. The Crows will remove a few threats and then we shall slink back to the shadows, using our influence to improve our monopolies and use the Crows to kill for coin so that our church might flourish. Now, trust in Nald'thal's wisdom and let us return to matters we are here to discuss. Business. And nothing more."

*Sees the light and arrives in his Red Coat* Howdy! I actually do both of the ideas you have mentioned. I have a character named Jin'to that I rp as occasionally. Thing is, he is not a stand alone character, or an alt, if you wil. Jin'to exists only when I change Askier's hair style, color, attire, and make a note of it in character notes. So long as you inform people -prior- to the rp, most people, I have found, are open to the idea and normally role with it. Now walk up, random rp can be a little confusing but so long as you and the people you rp with communicate ooc for a moment, you should be fine. I did this with Jin'to cause normally I can't stand leveling...and don't have much free time sadly. So it saved my free time and let me enjoy all the crazy cool outfits I had already suffered to unlock and didn't want to grind again. But if you make an alt, you can rp them and never have them level... Ever. I had a character named Jin'li, who was monstrously influential due to an rp event I ran and the little kitty never got about level 5. Level shouldn't matter for rp in my opinion. But that was my two cents. Hope it was helpful. Now if you'll excuse me, I hear the cry of a fuse not being ignited! *soars up, up, and away

SOOOO CUTE

((Last Event currently under going re-construction to respond to rp event. Will post Details once event for Sat is set and new plans are finalized ))

Ooooo Ossy gonna get it meow!

Oh snap! Battle stations! Battle stations! All hands to the guns. We have another ship sink! We must act quickly least this ship gains to much steam and becomes truly unstoppable.

The ocean glistened, reflecting the light of the late morning sun that hung in the clear, blue sky. The sounds of dock works talking laughing mixed with the ceaseless drum of hammers and barnacle scrapes. Atrium sat at the end of a dock, watching the ocean slowly lap against the shore across the bay. Her mis-matched eyes shone bright in the light as her fingers idly drummed on the axe she had lain across her lap. The ritual was tonight. This evening the souls of the sacrifices would be drained and used as fuel for her god's birth into this realm to slay all living things. Part of her was eager to lay mortal eyes upon the entity that had bestowed upon her so much. But the other part felt a tinge of. . .something, sadness maybe. Regret. Atrium didn't know. She only knew she had been promised by Oubliette that he would free her and to trust him. And she had discovered she had more faith in his words than those of The voice. Blasphemy! Atrium shook her head to clear it of such thoughts. She would wait and see what happened. She could do nothing else. At that moment, Atrium felt as though her life was a scale waiting to be tipping one way or the other. And she hoped it tipped in the way Oubliette had promised. Atrium looked over at a nearby tower and blinked. Up there were the victims for tonight. Atrium was uncaring about them. Live or die, their souls were Nald'thal's. Atrium turned back.to the ocean and slowly wrapped her fingers over the axe handle. No matter what happened tonight, nothing would be the same for her. One way. Or the other.

Hello all! Tonight is number 2. For this evening, the event shall occur at Moraby Drydocks in La Noscea at coordinate 25,33 Check in will start around 8 p.m. CST. Heroes will meet with Iron Sea and Rhaq/Leilani who will divide you up into your combat parties. Baddies will meet with Oubliette(Ragnar) or Rotunda at the same location. During this set up process, and after the event has started, we request any ooc requests the above members ask of your are accomidated. This is to help keep this organized as there seems to be a very good turn out tonight. I will likely not be on till at least 8:30 pm cst due to work and these 4 have been briefed on what is to come and know the plan. At 9 cst pm we shall begin the event, even if I am late. From there rp will begin and, then, very likely fighting will break out. Each group will be faced off with at least 1 baddie and combat will occurred as per normal based on my rules. (Can someone copy/paste it like last time Jan is did it for easy reference? I keep forgetting to update first post and only have my cell meow) Each group will have their own rolz.org room for their fight and all rp once combat starts should be kept in party chat to prevent the chat log window from.being overcome.with way to Much text and only text you see is relateted to your fight. If you know someone who is comong tonight but does not frequent these forumns, I ask that you link this post to them.so they can be on the same page. If I am forgetting anything, post and remind me. Otherwise, have an awesome.day and see you all tonight hopefully Lol. Now to push through my remaining 10 hours of work.

Cliff notes: Voice makes Crows to raise their 'god' Crows harass Liadan and attack several key people. Iron Sea catches Atrium at a shrine to Nald'thal and over hears plans. They fight. Crows keep killing people. The Voice's house is burned down because of Liadan and her FC Crows try to steal book from Thaumaturge guild. Heroes stop them. Atrium's male body is destroyed. Atrium gets new body. Iron Sea begins organizing Crow hunt. Atrium recruits Laforet. Atrium and Oubliette meet Misha , Iron's spy. Atrium and oubliette kidnap Rhaq. Iron Sea, Misha, Franz, and others attack Crows in Limsa. Atrium and Oubliette are attacked near Limsa. Voice posses Atrium, attacks heroes, let's secret slip. (And now you are caught up!)

Askier sat at the edge of the bed. The sounds of the Molbovine Clan's home were different than his home in Ul'dah. And it smelled different. So many smells filled the air, each more interesting than the last. Askier wondered if most gatherings of Keepers had so many smells. The Garlean Keeper twitched his tail on the bed as he held a half-full bottle of whiskey in his hands. His eyes were bloodshot from hours of crying and lack of sleep. Alexei was dead. Askier had to face that. The hyur, his dear friend, was gone and seeing the metal hand holding the bottle made the loss even more painful and reminded him of his friend and how he had installed Askier's arm. Metal arms. Askier took a drink. It had been for a bag of metal limbs Alexei had died for. The two of them had planned to learn to make them so they could make them on their own for wounded veterens. But now. . . "I should have planned the Castrum raid better." Askier whispered, his voice harsh as his stomach knotted. " I should have done so much different. . ." Askier thought of the dead body of his friend and his lifeless eyes. He wasn't angry at the Garlean that had sniped Alexei as they had fled, alarms wailing. The sniper was just a soldier doing his job. Askier had once been -that- garlean to these Eorzeans. Askier felt his lip curl slightly but he was too tired to express his anger as he buried his grief. The fact that his unit was going to torture a soldier of the Empire for doing his job. . That Garlean soldier had a mother and friends and. . . "Fucking hypocritical assholes." Askier groweled softly and his metal hand suddenly twitched and shut into a fist, shattering the bottle. The Keeper fixed the puddle and broken glass and pulled off his coat. Askier used the coat to dry up the whiskey and then he began the long process of picking up the broken glass and putting them in a small box. Once the mess was cleaned, Askier curled up into a ball and tried to sleep. It took a long time and several soft sobs but Askier finally slipped into sleep, a small part of him excited to fix the cannon Khit had mentioned, while the rest of him wallowed in remorse for his deceased friend.

Really hope you guys bring him back >.> Askier isn't leaving Clan house till they do. . . Lol

Well I'd like to thank Iron for setting this up. The mini event that happened was really his brain child. I had basically nothing to do with the set up. I was just sort of there. He did all the organizing and collecting people and thank.you for your hard work Iron.

The elderly elezen with the white beard known as the Voice of Nald'thal' was sitting in a small, well groomed garden that was filled with exotic flowers and well trimmed hedges. The Smell of the earthen sanctuary was delightful to the nose and the Voice found it very complimentary to his cup of tea. The Voice took another sip and then, after a moment of savioring the tea, reached into the void and seized the mangled, tortured wreck he had placed there. Smoke began to form in the chair opposite the small table from him. The Voice watched with mild disinterest as the smoke thickened, swelled, and suddenly took the form of a shuddering Atrium. The Crow was trembling and her eyes were wide but she said nothing as she looked up at the Voice and then bowed her head in submission. "Well now, has some time in the void seperated from the truth of Nald'thal restored your resolution?" the Voice said with a calm inflection while sipping his tea. Atrium nodded several times but neither lifted her gaze or spoke. "I am pleased to hear this. Please understand, Atrium, your punishment did not have to be so severe. It was intensified by the insubordination of those. . . Interlopers you encountered last night. I offered a trade, they declined, and one of the terms I promised was your suffering if they declined. Just as Nald'thal is honest, so am I. Do you understand? It wasn't personal Atrium just business." The Voice sipped as Atrium nodded. "Though I am concerned of the influence this Misha is having on you. Your. . .dedication to our god and our purpose was once the strongest of the Crows. You were my perfect tool. Has that changed?" "I am still a faithful servant of Nald'thal." Atrium.replied weakly, her time being tormented by the Voice's magic inside the void had taken its toll. "I see." the Voice answered, raising an eyebrow at something she had said."Well then, your fellow Crows and you shall continue taking the needed sacrifices. Time is dwindling. Should you encounter those trouble makers again as you and Oubliette did last night, you will kill them without mercy." "All of them?" Atrium asked. The Voice stared in surprise and then smiled calmly. "All of them my dear. I am ordering you to kill all of them. And if you see this. . .Misha whom I spoke with through you last night, you are to kill her first." "But" Atrium started. "That's an order." the Voice explained very pleasently. Atrium felt a twinge of magic convulse her muscles. Atrium knew she must obey should she encounter Misha. "This one serves Nald'thal. This one shall carry out the true god's will and shall bless this world with the twin god's rebirth." The Voice was delighted. "There is the Atrium I know. You are a faithful Crow and you shall be rewarded. Now, go and be ready.' Atrium exploded into smoke and blew away. The Voice watched the assassin leave before he closed his eyes and spoke softly, his voice traveling hundred of miles to a mind. "Rotunda, weapon of Nald'thal. There is a task needed of you."

Son of a $*%&@!

Imagine if you will a realm where impossible relationships are the norm, where true love is not limited by reality or restraints. . . A place we call. . .the shipping thread. Atrium X Iron Don't worry Iron, Oubliette's been softening Atrium up! Atrium x Iron . . . Their squabbles would level cities. . . Lol

And they love Iron, it's why Oubliette put an arrow in Iron's neck. A love tap. I imagine that Saturday will be a lovefest then Hark! Do I sense a pang if jealousy from Atrium over oubliette giving out love taps? Lol

Imagine if you will a realm where impossible relationships are the norm, where true love is not limited by reality or restraints. . . A place we call. . .the shipping thread.

*spams /taunt and /chuckle* Sure those are the only emotes you'll be spaming? Way to drive the big guy insane x.x; Osric is good at making people loose their sanity. You should speak with Dr. Oibliette, psychologist, clown, and proffesional assassin. He can make anyone think rationally. . . By harassing them.

Oh Iron, Alexei. Jancis made a Crow too so she can be used to help out with stuff She was lookong for a way to have herself Involved.

Also other than an fc rp thing on our mains tonight, the Crows can be reached and used pretty easily to help out with things before and after and tommorow and Sat.

Actually we have two more damsels noe. Just got pm's from.aldoysk and Emma. So yay!

*spams /taunt and /chuckle* Sure those are the only emotes you'll be spaming?